#this post is chaotic im so sorry

[ssaseaprince]

Hannibal: Killing must feel good to God too, he does it all the time.

House: God's not real you dumb bitch

[javierduffy]

ohh javieran … javieran post kieran’s death .., javier is a poor lonesome cowboy in america a long way from home with no more sweetheart to sit and talk with him ooohhh can anyone hear me ….

[gomzdrawfr]

Gomzzzzz hello!!! I’ve been lurking in your blog for like, over a year now and I just wanted to say, your art is so freaking amazing and cute....the big cheeks!! I’ve always struggled with confidence in my own work, to the point where sharing anything felt almost impossible (stare at my stuff for hours only to delete them) But seeing you do your thing? I decided to try posting too. Okay it took a while but when I did I was fully expecting it to get like… 2 likes, max. But then YOU reblogged it, and my phone basically exploded. I’m not even kidding—my notifications were wild, and for the first time, I actually felt proud of something I made. It might sound silly and you probably don't know which art of mine you reblog but it really hyped me up and frankly...i found back the feel to draw again. I can't thank you enough for doing what you do, for making cod space a better and nicer place (your reblogs on others are always soooo positive and top tier)

Anyway, I’m keeping myself anonymous because, uhhh, social anxiety vibes and don’t want to overwhelm you;w; but I hope you know how much you’ve impacted people like me just by being yourself. I’m wishing you the absolute best for 2025!! zapping you with my beams to give you braincells for your school stuff

you deserve all the good things fr

-🦈

🥹

CryING iN THE CLUB— (my room)

Shark anon, thank you for the sweetest words, I really needed this today…and I’m so proud of you for finding back the love to draw again. I hope 2025 will be a blast for you too man!! Remember to take rest and have a good year ahead

[doc-davey]

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2024 DAVID!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️💞💞💞

Womp womp…

HAS IT REALLY BEEN THAT LONG??? 😭😭 NOO STOPPP

Welp, here’s David’s 2024 redraw, I’ve been drawing him for 7 years, and I’ve stayed the same ever since

I feel like I tried too hard on this one 😭 like compared to my old Davids, I barely put any effort into them lmaoo 😭

BUT HERE’S DAVID THROUGHOUT THE YEARS!! 😎

IT’S BEEN SUCH A YEAR AAAAA 😭😭

Having been on hiatus last year but now coming back online, and starting to animate again, is so crazy 😩

Again, I’ve met some AMAZING people this year, and I hope we all can make it to another year ♥️

2025 here we come 😎

But if I were to draw this entire year in one picture

It would be me dying.

I’m so burnt, I need a nap. 🪦

But WAITT, OH WAIT- MY NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION-

Uhh

- Make some more animatics/animations (wooo)

- Actually write the Book of Saul

- Drinking water

- Buy a cardboard cutout of Saul

- Work on fixing my commission page/prices (I still haven’t done that, ugh, but imma open my commissions back up again once I do 👀)

- Make a David and Jonathan shrine (THINKIN ABOUT IT… since I have so much Jonavid merch now 😭 I already have my David shrine, but ig I gotta expand it)

- And um, read more

Happy New Years 🔥

[foliagekat]

Pools (a sketch I may not finish)

[lesbiancarat]

my workplace is fucking insane bc yesterday I learned about gay office romance drama going on in my department and today the plant literally caught fire and there were floor to ceiling flames I need us to take a step back for a minute

[lovemkx]

Miles Kane with fans.

pictures from the past 3/4 days

[thegreatyin]

i don't care if she's playable now btw i want arturia to be terra's most unredeemable girlboss in existence. i want her to be a blight to literally everyone around her. when offered the chance to get better i sincerely hope she gets 2 million times worse. i hope she dies i hope we both die hand in unlovable hand

[astraydestiny]

Often times it just so happens to be that no matter how hard you try, words just simply cannot make their way onto the paper in front of you. Maybe it’s you thats holding yourself back, maybe it’s life or school.

But that doesn’t matter to you, does it? The only thing that matters is your inability to act. You didn’t do what makes you, you. Your entire purpose, career, life, all revolves around creating- and you cant even do that.

But can you really blame yourself? Its not your fault, really it isnt. It cant be. Your mind cant formulate normal sentences anymore, your not as articulate as you once was, the muscles in your fingers have grown weak. That isnt your fault! Surely it isnt, if it was, you would have acted on them by now, wouldnt you have?

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Forget it. Even that word looks odd. The r is out of place. R’s symbolize regal strength. Strength in aesthetic, strength in propriety. There is nothing strong about being forgotten. But then again, foget doesn’t sound right either. It’s like somethings missing, but I can’t wrap my head around what it is. It sounds so incomplete. Without strength, being forgotten is undefined, abstract, a sort of remembrance malleable to everyone but yourself. However with strength, with all those values upheld, with that false image sustained relentlessly for all that time, being forgotten is disappointing; egregious, a reminder that our fate lies not in our hands but in the threads that weave their way through our hearts.

Was it a consequence of my own self-loathing that I feel this way? An inability to concentrate, to focus on the things that truly matter to me? I reach out to that distant guiding light, but I receive nothing but the path deeper into the interstice of which I am trapped.

What is the purpose of creativity without substance? What is the beauty behind scattered thoughts with no clear direction? Questions with no answer.

Objective fact versus subjective feeling, which one will seize the throne of priority?

Who am I if I cannot be who I am?

All rhetorical anyway. Is my presence really that frightening to you? Rest assured, I do not recognize that man staring back at her through the mirror as well. We are the same in that we have been left with no meaning, no hope, and nothing left to work for in a life as cruel as ours.

No words can describe the pain of humanity at its zenith, brought on by the nadir of our own morality.

We enter an age filled with tyranny, hopelessness, apathy, and ignorance.

Or rather, we as in me.

[musingsbycaitlin]

if i must give up, then so must you: a wip intro

it's been about a year since i last posted on here, and even longer since i posted a wip update or intro, and i apologise for that. basically living away from home at uni made me ✨anxious✨ and ✨mentally ill✨ so the only writing i ever did was for assignments and my creative brain was turned off entirely. but! now that i'm back home and getting help, boy do i have a wip intro for you!

tw: gun violence, alcohol abuse, emotional abuse

disclaimer: this is my original work and plagiarism is never tolerated.

okay let's go:

genre: literary fiction

setting: 1800's, somewhere in the wild west

predicted word count: 50k

pov: first person, present tense, unnamed narrator

status: about 5k into the first draft

aesthetics: loading a rifle, wind whipping up skirts, dusty earth under feet, struggling to breathe, sleeping for a week, floral wallpaper, sunlit dust in the window, long-legged spider crawling along wooden floorboards, fingernails brushing arm hair, dogs barking in the distance, creaky gates, chewing tobacco floating in a whiskey glass, snuffed candles, laced lingerie hanging on the back of a chair, teeth touching

summary: it seems odd that her grandmother would lie, but our unnamed narrator is questioning her late grandmother's wisdom after a group of bandits raid her town. over night, she feels compelled to follow a lone cowboy she spies from the edge of her town, and finds herself going on a reflective journey across the wild west. From town to town, she wanders and meets people; she falls in love with someone she didn't expect; she learns what it means to be a woman without the burdens of her grandmother's lies. 'if i must give up' is a story about learning truths whilst growing up secluded, and reflecting on past traumas and the guilt that lingers there.

characters (the few main ones at least):

narrator: 20, (she/her), this barbie is down on her luck fr. she is just muddling her way through compulsive thoughts and actions and following this guy just because she can. a truly chaotic queen.

anne: 30, (she/her), the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. she says, dont talk to me unless you're pretty, but if you're pretty she can't talk through the drool. somehow a simp. anne please explain yourself to me.

jonah: 30-ish, (he/him to a hellish extent), good god please sir just sit down. major gael vibes, let that sink in. this ken's job is emotionally manipulate. im done talking about this man.

brady: 46, (they/them), a cowboy just out for a good time, riding and riding in both connotations of the word iykyk. lets give a hand to the obligatory orville peck inspired character of the book. if tassles on cowboy hats where invented, they would be rocking it daily. oblivious yet knowledgeable, gruff yet softly spoken. they are my fave, i will take no further questions.

[mythcaels-a]

gonna finish my starters from this call first but I also want to post a starter call from my muses found on this page. if you don't specify who you'd like & how many starters you want, I'll spin the wheel of those muses & generate how many starters you'll get ( only between one to three of them this time ). Lengths will vary.

[florallychaotic]

I'm going to be real I'm so glad therapy has become normalized, I fucking hate that you are seen as egotistical for thinking you don't need it for whatever reason that may be.

[new-haven-psych-ward]

Kamen Rider Geats episode 42 poorly summarized via memes with as little context as possible:

[dandyshucks-moving]

organizing my photos folders so that all the Guz pictures are in one folder together and I can proper assess just how much brainrot I am experiencing SNDJSLSL

[likeperfectrhymes]

funniest time possible to be a swiftie and a 1975 fan

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

This is a really good point.

I'm thinking that the vamp blood in Guillermo is interfering with the typical process and the frogs are getting Guillermo's half vamp/half Van Helsing blood, hence the weird reaction.

It might be that pure Van Helsing blood is the only way to cure Vampirism and Guillermo's half-vamp blood will perpetually be fighting itself leaving him in a weird hybrid state forever. (or Guillermo could his mom for help and cure himself)

Which is interesting for Lazlo and Derek. Lazlo will probably either be temporarily human or a hybrid like Guillermo. And Derek... Hooooo boy. I will scream if he's human the next time we see him. Like, that's canonically the first Vamp to drink Guillermo's blood and he was full Van Helsing at the time so I'm INCREDIBLY CURIOUS ABOUT DEREK ATM

I'm aware that this is a deviation from my normal content but can I just say, even if genuinely no one cares, the latest episode of What We Do in the Shadows has me unhinged and it's absolutely killing me that no one is theorizing about what Lazlo was drinking in the end credit scene???

Because I'm 99.9% sure that was Lazlo's prototype 'cure' for Vampirism and he'll be semi-human-to-full-human next episode.

Because that's literally what he's trying to make. A cure. And he just tested it on himself. And the synopsis for the next episode is all about Lazlo's science experiment being crazy.

Also there's the whole legend about how Van Helsing blood cures Vampirism (which is probably why it's not taking, Guillermo's blood is literally fighting itself) and the frogs were turning human, ect.